"So, after the end of the Dan War, you met your original body?"

"Specifically, we didn't know what we were going to encounter at the beginning, we were gathered together by the Emperor's orders, and then we learned about the Primordial Body."

Rana replied to the Ultramarine's words with some absent-mindedness, one of his hands resting on the gun at his waist, two eagle-like pupils searching for the window in front of him and on the right: at the end of his front view was the gate guarded by several warriors, and in the window on his right, the laughter of the two Genoplasms and Miss Judon was constantly heard.

The Chief Old Guard listened attentively to the conversation in the room, his eyes narrowed, and he thought about something strange to him, something about Killiman.

"Ran Dan, ......"

On his side, Otlama's Ingjie Valentus sighed softly.

"At the beginning, I was actually a part of the Randan War, and the Ultramarines also sent a warband to support the front line of the Randan War, although we didn't go to the most important battlefields, but we also fought with the alien named Basmemanik, and the losses were not small, and I was a witness to that battle."

"I fought on the front line in Randan for ten years...... No, it seems like five years...... Or ten years? ”

Otrama's hero whispered there, turning from affirmative to skeptical self-talk, he touched his head, and after a few seconds, sighed with some emotion.

"A few days ago, I remembered more things, but now I can't remember those things, even those fighting brothers who died in the Randan War, and I even forgot why several of them died."

Lana's gaze flickered briefly at the whisper, and he and Valentus silently exchanged a silent glance before sighing in unison.

"Yes, Valentus, I can't think of anything more about Randan."

"I remember this war, I remember how long it was fought, I remember that at the end of this war, we brought back the genetic protogen, and she had already earned herself the name of the Soul Drinker in the war: but other than that, I have forgotten."

"Have you seen Ran Dan's appearance?"

"I seem to have seen — but I'm sure I've forgotten, and if you had asked me a few days ago, I might have been able to describe a few words."

"It seems, we are the same, I can also swear I remember more a few days ago, and a few months ago, I could even tell the story of my fight with Ran Dan, but now, I only remember that I fought with them, but where, when, and even who I fought with, I have forgotten everything."

"Maybe in a few days, I will forget even Ran Dan's name."

"Then I might be a little better than you."

Lana curled the corners of his mouth into a silent smile, still listening to the conversation in the house: most of the time it was Lady Judon who was speaking, and her words were the words of reason that even the Astarte warriors had to sigh about, and the voice of his genetic mother was often heard, usually in response to a smile and a smile, which tended to rekindle Lady Judton's slightly calmed enthusiasm, and as for the Archon of Macurag, his seat was often shrouded in a somewhat awkward silence, Often, there is only a passive response to Ms. Judton.

"At the very least, we will definitely remember the time when we reunited with the original gene, and Ran Dan may be remembered by the way, and the name of the Soul Drinker will definitely be sung."

"Not necessarily, a battle brother from the Daybreaker."

In the face of Lana's vows, Killiman's champion warrior simply smiled innocently, and he tapped his head with his fingers.

"You know, all this is what Holy Terra meant, and while no coercive paper orders have been given, we all know how determined and uncommunicable they are in this matter: by now, I've seen too many mortals forget everything about the Randan War, and they're even curious about why the Dark Angel Legion was so drastically attritional."

"Sooner or later, we'll forget all of this, I don't understand how Divine Terra managed to do this, maybe it's a powerful psionic means from the Palm Sealer or even the Lord of Humanity, but it's clearly ......."

Killiman's champion warrior snorted softly.

"They're not going to tell us, they're not going to tell the Five Hundred Worlds."

Lana didn't reply, he glanced at the muttering Ultramarine, and felt a familiar aura: an aura that he had felt clearly in the gestures of the Lord of Macurag, and the same aura in Lady Judton, or in every Otrama he had spoken to.

It was a strong sense of independence, an arrogant dignity unwilling to assimilate, a rebellion and disregard that were incompatible with the Empire and the Holy Terra: the aura that appeared in the presence of the Otlama hero was exactly the same as Killiman's silent attitude.

We are the Octramas, part of the Five Hundred Worlds, not the Empire: each of them seems to emphasize this kind of thing, and the Lord of Humanity and His Throne seem to them to be more like a god to be honored, co-lord of the Federation of the Five Hundred Worlds and the Empire of Man, but nothing more.

Such silent words made the old guard of the Terra people very uncomfortable, but he did not say it quickly, because Rana knew very well that as the guardian of the mother of genes, there were only two things he needed to do: die without hesitation, and always be silent.

But then again, Rana felt a disrespectful respect for the Holy Terra in almost every Otramar he spoke to, and Killiman was the one who valued the Lord of Humanity and the Holy Terra more than these Ultramarines and mortals born in Macurag.

Interesting, isn't it?

Inwardly, Lana smiled silently, and he checked the room again, then answered the Ultramarine's words almost nonchalantly.

"Let's forget about the original genes, but it's hard, Valentus, we have already recorded the name of [Soul Drinker] in the Hall of Glory of the ship, this name is the first honor of our mother of genes, and we will sing it forever."

"I used to think so until I saw those memories of Ran Dan inexplicably disappear in the minds of mortals."

Otlama Hero shook his head, he looked at the Dawnbreaker beside him, and made a joke that was not too big or small.

"Seriously, from the battle brothers of Avalon: maybe, I mean maybe, you will one day forget the meaning and history that the name represents, and only remember that it is part of a glorious history, and you may guess the meaning of the name Soul Drinker, and even let some warriors inherit the name so that it will not be forgotten twice."

"A team known as the Soul Drinkers? Interesting, what will happen to them next? Become a spider? Or a mutated creature like a spider? ”

"Spiders?"

"Our genetic mother occasionally refers to herself as spiders, just as the lords of the Fenris call themselves wolves, and perhaps we'll be atavized because of it."

"Turning into a spider: that's too bad: it sounds as bad as the results of the Great Expedition being ruined."

The light laughter of the two Astarte warriors echoed through the courtyard for a moment.

After laughing for a while, Killiman's champion warriors winked at Rana and asked a question that intrigued him.

"Anyway, brother, I'm actually curious about one thing: what it's like to have a genetic mother? Can you give me a rough description? ”

"Then you'll have to tell me what it's like to have a genetic father."

"Hmmm......"

Valentus's two thick lips bit into each other, and he sank for a few seconds, as if considering how to condense the long supreme praise of his genetic protoplasm into a short sacred ode.

"Let's put it this way: before I met my father of genes, I felt like a blank book, full of confusion and emptiness, although it existed, and then, my father of genes came to me, he picked up the pen and wrote a lot of wisdom and dreams, and it was from the moment he picked up the pen that I knew what I was going to live for and how I should live."

"So, what about you?"

Killiman's champion warrior looked at Morgan's chief janissary, who only smiled faintly and spoke slowly, his voice unequivocal in a voice that did not allow any questioning or rejection.

"The mother of our genes? The moment we met her......"

"We walked out of the endless darkness into the eternal dawn, she brought hope and a future, she dispelled division and chaos, she became our sun, our master, the whole meaning of our short life: it's that simple."

"That's where the Daybreaker came from?"

"This is the name she gave herself, in fact, no matter what it is called, what she gives must be the most sacred and will be cherished by us."

"It's really admirable."

Otrama's hero touched his chin, he thought for a moment, and then looked at Rana again.

"You don't seem to have fully answered my question, though: What does it feel like to have a mother of genes?"

"After all, this kind of thing has no basis for words, and you can't feel it."

Lana was in a state of distress for less than a second, and then he heard another joyful laugh in the room, which gave his somewhat confused answer a light to the way.

"To put it simply, it's like your genetic father and his adoptive mother: but I can assure our genetic mother that her love for us is even more intense and intense."

"Is this a provocation?"

"No, it's just a rational statement about the gap between the genoplasm and the mortal."

The Ultramarines snorted, but without delving into the words, he also turned his head to look at the room where laughter was constantly coming from, and for a moment he had a sudden realization.

"Mother's love?"

Lana smiled.

"It's a strange word, isn't it, but it's a very familiar word, because we relive it all the time: whether it's us and our genetic mother, or in your eyes Master Killiman and his mother, they tell us what it means to be a mother."

"Books can tell us these things, Lord Lana."

"Books can't be trusted."

"Unreliable? So what to do? ”

"See with your eyes, or experience it for yourself."

Lana gestured inside.

"Just like what your genetic protogenesis just said: father's love and mother's love are the most basic things, and any normal person, even a mortal, will have and will know, including how they came to the world without parents?"

"That's right, what normal person doesn't have parents, although we people have largely forgotten the things of the mortal period, but these most basic things are still remembered."

"Yes, what normal person would not have a mother and father."

"Do you remember? Lord Lana? ”

"It's a little vague, but of course I remember."

"That's right, after all, can you be considered a normal person without parents? Could it be a wild child who jumped out of the dirt or crawled out of a laboratory? ”

The two Astartes smiled at each other and clashed fists slightly.

"Poor." ”

——————

Before the laughter had subsided, a rush of footsteps interrupted their conversation.

Auguston was seen holding an electronic board in his hand, and his already solemn face was now like a tight rock, full of anxiety and urgency.

Otrama's heroic face instantly became serious, he took the electronic board, and just glanced at it, and his pupils were filled with the cold light of death.

——————

"My lord, it's an emergency."

Valentus' voice summoned the Lord of Macurag out of the room, and Killiman solemnly closed the door and walked out into the courtyard with his champion warrior, where the Dawnbreaker, who seemed to be the head of Morgan's Praetorian Guard, saluted him and retreated into the hallway.

"What's the matter, Valentus?"

The genogen knew that the hero he had chosen was not a fuss.

"We've received word about the Osiris psionics."

In just a few words, the Lord of Macurag instantly opened his eyes with anger.

"Give it to me!"

Stereman obtained the electronic board with an unquestionable and solemn order, and he looked carefully at the word-laden communication as if a dutiful teacher were examining the papers, while there was no element of consternation on the faces of Valentus and Auguston, in fact, they had an aura of murder even greater than that of Gilliman.

Osiris psionics.

This name is enough to remind the Lord of Maculag and each of his descendants of those darkest years, and in the next moment rightfully ignite the flame of vengeance in the depths of his heart.

And all of this stems from a painful defeat, a dark legend that took place before Killiman's return to the Empire.

In the first dozens of Terra standard years when the Emperor embarked on his great expedition, the Thirteenth Legion, then known as the Children of War, was a model of siege, and their courage and glory made them quite trusted by the Holy Terra, so when the eleven galaxies of the Osiris Cluster joined forces to rebel for no reason, the Thirteenth Legion, led by the Legion Commander Vosoto, was entrusted with the task of counterinsurgency by the War Council.

At first, the Thirteenth Legion saw this as an ordinary rebellion, and they devised a quick decapitation tactic to minimize the impact of the situation: but this idea of mercy burst like a bubble in the face of reality, and the mistakes of intelligence warfare made the Astarte warriors not think about who their real opponent was, and by the time they realized this mistake, the Thirteenth Legion, which at that time consisted of only twenty or thirty thousand men, had been overwhelmed by endless brain-controlled paups and suicide attacks.

An alien race that had never been noticed by the Empire had long since used their vicious brain control technology to master the entire Osiris star cluster, squandering the lives of billions of mortals at will, forcing them to overwhelm Astarte's battle line with a series of suicide attacks, and what was originally a decapitation blow quickly turned into a brutal breakout battle.

The Thirteenth Legion swallowed the bitter fruits of their defeat: the Legion Commander Vosoto was killed on the spot, and the Legion's flagship [Sutherland Thunder] was also sunk in battle, and the losses of men and materials were innumerable, and all the glory and pride became extremely dark in the face of this defeat, and the entire Legion took a big step forward on the road to decline.

And when the reinvigorated Children of War returned to the Osiris Cluster a year later, they were shocked to find that the entire cluster had been abandoned, littered with deplorable corpses that had no one to collect, or civil warpers who were walking like zombies, and that the evil Xenomorphs had long since fled, leaving behind a blasphemous name that made the Sons of Killiman gnash their teeth: the Osiris psionics.

A few years later, the Thirteenth Legion reunited with their genetic protogens, and Killiman rightfully shared the hatred with his children, vowing that one day they would call and destroy the aliens: for decades afterward, they had caught word of the Osiris psionic species, but had repeatedly missed them.

"But this time! We're pretty sure! ”

Auguston bit down on the words word for word, his pupils flashing with a hint of hatred.

"Several exploration fleets sent similar information at the same time: they had discovered several galaxies in the southwestern part of the galaxy, at the southernmost end of the Storm Field, in the same condition as the Osiris Cluster, and they had found similar traces: it was certain that the aliens must have been active in the vicinity recently."

"Storm Star Domain Southern ......"

Killeman held the electronic board and couldn't help muttering to himself.

"I remember...... Where has it not been explored on a large scale by the Empire? ”

"Yes, the southernmost junction of the Far Eastern Star Domain and the Storm Star Domain has always been a blind spot for the Empire's previous exploration, and the Empire has very few footholds there, and the only known ones are the Death Guard's home planet Barbaros and the Casting World Zhao-Akada."

"However, as long as we assemble our fleet and set off from the westernmost point of the five hundred worlds, we will only need a short time to reach there, and there is a high probability that there is no danger on the way, according to the little information sent back by the exploration fleet, most of the worlds there are immigrants from ancient times, they lack the technology of navigating the void, and the technology and social culture are also different, the only thing in common is that they all pursue the slavery system and the city-state system, and there is a deep gladiator culture."

Killiman listened quietly to the excited words of his heir, his large hand gently brushing over Auguston's unfolded star map, over the frontier worlds that empires had explored but had no energy to recover and rule for the time being: Ryan, Monsger, Nucheria, Antagnes, Mortante......

Eventually, he shook his head.

"No, Auguston."

"Don't go just yet."

"But! Adult ......"

"Have you forgotten? Auguston? The reasons for the defeat of the First Osiris War? ”

How can words such as probability, probably, and probably, appear in the planning and discussion of a war? Are we going to entrust our victory to illusory luck? ”

Killiman's voice rose slightly.

"Intelligence! Missteps in intelligence! Trap the Thirteenth Legion! We can't repeat this mistake any more...... Send out all the exploration and scout fleets we can to continue our exploration along the routes we have learned and try to find a safe path. ”

"At the same time, let the five hundred worlds of Otrama enter the primary combat readiness, all the temporary tasks and holidays of the naval fleet have been canceled, I need them to be able to assemble urgently when necessary, if it is really the Osiris psionic species, this time I will bring 100,000 extreme warriors to crush them completely!"

The two Ultramarines nodded yes to the slight blame and firm promise of the Genotype, and after they each received their assignments and hurriedly left, Killiman stood there for a moment, digesting what he saw.

Osiris psionics, of course, he will destroy these debris, even if it is to erase the last dark cloud from the hearts of the Ultramarines: but on the other hand, the genetic protogens quickly remembered the information he had gathered over the years, the terrifying power of these aliens in terms of psionic energy, and how they easily manipulated the minds of tens of billions of people, and overwhelmed Astarte's array with a steady stream of human tactics.

It's not something he can ignore.

Maybe......

Killiman glanced at the window: behind that window, sitting with Lady Judon was one of the most powerful psionics known to Macurag.

In the safe environment of thinking, the brain of the Lord of the Ultramarines was working quickly and correctly, and when he heard the chatter and laughter behind the window, a plan for joint operations took shape in Killiman's mind.

Combined Operations: This may be a pity for the honor of the Ultramarines, but it is not too serious, and if the cooperation with the Daybreaker, specifically with Morgan, can save the lives of the Ultramarines more under the terrible sorcery of the Osiris Psionics, then Killiman will not mind a joint operation at all.

Well, maybe the heirs under his command who have a blood feud with the Osiris psionic species may not be too comfortable, because it will discount the divine revenge in their eyes, but the genetic prototype always has to think more: at least in Killiman's opinion, a small loss of honor is really not worth mentioning compared to the lives of hundreds, thousands, or even more extreme warriors, and the dissatisfaction of the heirs is not too serious, let alone ......

If he really wants to have a good cooperation with his blood relatives, then it is obviously a better idea to fight side by side with blood thicker than water than the calculation and consideration of the stars on the star chart, which can even make the two legions closer and more tacit in times of need.

This can even be seen as a gesture of goodwill to Divine Terra......

……

Killeman shook his head, halting his somewhat divergent political reflections, interrupted by laughter coming from the window, making the Ultramariner Lord a little curious: he had the impression that Lady Euton hadn't laughed so happily in a long time.

The Lord of Maculag hesitated, he should have pushed the door open and returned to the room, but he didn't do it for the time being: prompted by a certain curiosity, under the astonished gaze of the Ultramarines guarding the courtyard, Killyman tiptoed to the window and poked a curious gaze into the room, he knew that the window was a blind spot in the room, so his observation was safe.

The Lord of Maculag saw the information in the room at a glance: Lady Udon and his blood relatives were still sitting on the bench, and Morgan's height had unconsciously turned to the level of mortals, which allowed the palace lord to take her hand intimately, and constantly put their hands on each other's knees, patting them gently, and matching them with their continuous whispering.

The two ladies whispered, talked, and smiled tacitly from time to time, pulling one topic after another in each other's soft acknowledgments and curious inquiries, and they would even lean their ears to each other's ears, and the words that flowed from such mysterious words were enough to provoke Killiman's inner curiosity, even anxiety.

He vaguely heard the words: Avalon, pen pals, and Kellyfanie.

In this way, the two ladies sat on the bench, sharing their experiences and observations, leaning forward, leaning on their knees, sharing drinks and pastries on the table, and the conversation between them seemed to be endless, and the bright smile on Ms. Yuton's face never seemed to stop.

At first, Killiman could still raise the corners of his mouth, feeling the joy of being in touch with his adoptive mother's long-lost sincere joy, but when the leader of the invincible Iron Guard slowly approached his genetic prototype in curiosity, he could already see a kind of sourness after joy on Killiman's face.

Yes, sour, only for a moment, but it is genuine.

"She's smiling, Glord."

Killiman whispered to the head of his invincible guard, a voice that sounded like a low emotion and a cold-faced young man whispering about his mother.

"It's been a long time since I've seen her smile so happy, and in Macurag, in front of me, she's always so serious, rational and formal, as if I can't make her happy anymore."

The Lord of the Ultramarines muttered, and he glanced at the room again, then withdrew his gaze in disgust, as if he had lost interest, and turned his gaze to the sun that was setting in the west.

"It's so late?"

The genogen whispered questions that no one would answer, and he slowly straightened himself up in front of him, as if nothing in the world could affect him anymore.

Then, there was a new burst of laughter in the room.

The Lord of Maculag muttered something under his breath, and he fell silent before glancing inside.

“…… You can go in, sir. ”

“…… I know, Glord, I know. ”

——————

The good times ended when the sky darkened, and although Lady Jurdon still seemed full of energy, both the Lord of Maculag and the visiting Lady of Avalon tactfully but firmly hoped that the old man would have a healthy routine.

And after Ms. Judon finally went to rest, Killiman did not choose to continue with today's agenda: there was still plenty of time, Morgan's visit to Otlama was destined to last a few days or even longer, Killiman was not in a hurry to spend one night, not to mention, he did need some personal time to deal with government affairs from all over the five hundred worlds.

Morgan was also happy to enjoy the luxurious bedroom that Killiman had prepared, and she didn't mind keeping a mortal routine in the slightest, and she wanted to try the feeling of spending the night on her blood relative's home planet: it would have been done in Prospero, but Magnus's brilliant performance made the Lord of the Second Legion feel that he was not blessed.

And in gratitude for the hospitality of his blood relatives, in the cloister of a temporary farewell, Morgan took out a book from his bosom, a book that shone with an unnatural illusion against the contrast of night and marble, and it looked like a bound book of several books.

After seeing Killiman's next gift, Morgan led his guard to his bedroom, and as Rana turned the last corner, he suddenly heard a question from the Mother of Genes.

What do you think of my brother? 】

The Old Guard blinked.

"He's not a bad guy, my lord."

[Really?] 】

Even without turning around, Rana could imagine the smile on the face of the Mother of Genes.

[But sometime today, my child, I can feel your fierce attitude towards him. 】

"Indeed, Mother, I once thought that he was a careerist as rumored to be, and that he had completed a series of impudent measures to dismount with a strong army, to coerce with a sphere of influence, and to show his ambitions, today, and in front of you."

"But ......"

[But you later find out that you actually thought wrong.] 】

"Yes, sir."

The two of them continued to walk, their figures leaving shadowy traces on the walls.

"But after seeing his division and treatment of the star map, but after hearing him and your conversation with Lady Judun, I came to a new conclusion in my doubts."

"His so-called dismount may really be a grand welcome ceremony, with the best attitude to welcome his blood relatives."

"Most of the worlds he pointed out that were close to the Avalon Sector were also abandoned by his own hands, which means that he may have simply explained and reminded us that he could help anytime and anywhere."

"And his behavior of dividing the border, although it is indeed a little inappropriate, but it also shows that he has a natural trust in you and sincerely intends to cooperate with you, so he decided to reveal the psychological expectations and bottom line of both parties first."

"So, after thinking about it all, I had a new conjecture."

"Mistress Killiman is indeed not malicious, but his good intentions are also something that ordinary people can hardly accept: for all his acts of kindness contain almost instinctive political thinking, and an overspoken, aristocratic arrogance and reserve."

"It was obviously kindness, but what he showed was more like charity and reward."

"I think that's probably part of his bad reputation."

Lana's whispers quickly dissipated in the middle of the night at Hera's Castle, followed by Morgan's low laughter.

[Lana, my child. 】

[All along, I have no wrong opinion of you: you have two of the rarest talents, you have the eagle eye that can see through the truth, and you also have the courage to tell the truth. 】

[And the latter is countless times more precious than the former, even among my brothers, I only know one person, with such courage and stubbornness. 】

Does that bother you? My lord? ”

[No, no, no, no, on the contrary, in front of me, you just keep your talent, I will need it very much, but you must also know that in front of outsiders, cover it, especially the second point. 】

"Yes, my lord, as you wish."

Lana stood still, saluting, until Morgan closed the bedroom door, and then he stood in front of the door like a statue.

He will be in charge of the vigil in the first half of the night.

——————

The Lord of Maculag sat down in front of the contemplative man left behind by his adoptive father, and rubbed his temples, glad that there was not much work to be done today.

Therefore, after a little thought, Killiman decided to first look at the books given by his blood relatives: according to her, this was only the first gift, and the rest was still on board.

The Lord of Maculag didn't really care about the gifts or anything, but he was still happy with the kindness of his blood relatives, so he decided to flip through a few pages first, as a pastime before the official office.

The thick book was easily held in the palm of the hand of the Lord of Maculag, who first looked at the cover, then sniffed with satisfaction the scent of ink, which had not yet completely dried.

The cover of the book was made of a plain cloth, which looked psisodic, decorated with gilded coats of arms, and a few large characters written in silver light.

Psionic Sacred Texts

Killiman saw the name.

He touched the words again and felt the coldness on them.

Eventually, as he opened the book, he couldn't help but nod his head.

Holy ......

Holy ......

Very nice name.

(End of chapter)